uncontrolled momentum — a new experience for him, a freedom he’d never had with other women.
She met him stroke for stroke, matching his eagerness and his strength, crying out as he filled her to the max and complaining as he withdrew. She used his body to balance her own, hanging on to him so her leg didn’t slip as she rocked against him.
Just like he’d imagined her doing that first morning they’d met, she dug her nails into his back, scratching at his flesh. He relished the sting, loved the burn. The pain only increased his pleasure, and he drove into her harder, faster.
Jack did not restrain himself. Did not temper his strokes for fear of causing her injury with his size. She was more than his equal, more than capable of taking whatever he gave, and giving it back in equal measure. He slammed into her repeatedly, his cock surging as deep inside her as he could get.
It didn’t last long. Couldn’t last long. Impossible to sustain this kind of pressure.
Jack’s balls constricted. Come bubbled within. His cock was stiff as a fucking pole, and he was surrounded by heaven.
“Gonna come, Claire,” he warned, wishing he could hold out until she reached her peak, but realizing he was incapable of staving off the inevitable. “Can’t hold back.”
“Come,” she moaned. “Do it. Come.”
That was all it took. Jack plunged into her twice more and lost control. He climaxed, just like she insisted, his orgasm tearing through his shaft, semen spurting from his cock.
And as he exploded inside her, she came apart around him. Her inner muscles clamped down on his pulsing shaft, a tight glove holding him, milking him, making him come even harder.
He’d never experienced such a powerful orgasm. Never felt dizzy after sex.
But by the time his breathing began to normalize, his heart slowed to a sprint and his cock shrunk down to half its size, Jack was giddy. High. Intoxicated by his Amazonian beauty.
And if truth be told, already more than a little in love with her.
Chapter Seven
As they’d arranged after signing the lease, Claire made her way across the pier, seeking a small white fishing boat with a black canopy and the name Big Mac painted on its side.
She wondered briefly why it wasn’t called Big Jack .
Jack had invited her to go fishing with him. Since it was a Saturday during school holidays, and Julia’s turn to mind the shop, Claire was free. Which meant she and Jack could spend the entire day together.
She inhaled nervously. It was one thing arguing about property agreements and leases or poking fun at his terrible voice. She’d had nothing invested in Jack at the time.
But all that had changed now. Jack had put himself out for her. Displayed an amazing amount of confidence in his ability to make things right after messing up the Rose Bay lease agreement. He’d found her a shop he knew she’d love, and saved her and her sisters from filing a lawsuit and spending time and money on searching for another shop. Yes, he’d done it as much for himself as for her, but she suspected he’d honestly wanted to correct his mistake, and she appreciated that about him.
Jack had also seen her naked. One hundred percent nude, with not a stitch of clothing in sight. And he’d loved what he’d seen. Made her feel like a million dollars — a billion dollars. He’d instilled a sense of confidence in her. For the first time in forever, instead of hiding her body, she’d been proud to display it. And she couldn’t wait to display it again. Maybe tonight?
The man had crept into her heart. She didn’t know how he’d done it, or when, she just knew a little piece of her heart now belonged to him. Apart from the sensational sex, she genuinely liked him — everything about him. And that didn’t just mean his size. She liked his humor and his caring, liked his sensitivity and his strength, liked that he could poke fun at himself and collapse at her feet when emotion overwhelmed him. She just liked Jack.
She met him stroke for stroke, matching his eagerness and his strength, crying out as he filled her to the max and complaining as he withdrew. She used his body to balance her own, hanging on to him so her leg didn’t slip as she rocked against him.
Just like he’d imagined her doing that first morning they’d met, she dug her nails into his back, scratching at his flesh. He relished the sting, loved the burn. The pain only increased his pleasure, and he drove into her harder, faster.
Jack did not restrain himself. Did not temper his strokes for fear of causing her injury with his size. She was more than his equal, more than capable of taking whatever he gave, and giving it back in equal measure. He slammed into her repeatedly, his cock surging as deep inside her as he could get.
It didn’t last long. Couldn’t last long. Impossible to sustain this kind of pressure.
Jack’s balls constricted. Come bubbled within. His cock was stiff as a fucking pole, and he was surrounded by heaven.
“Gonna come, Claire,” he warned, wishing he could hold out until she reached her peak, but realizing he was incapable of staving off the inevitable. “Can’t hold back.”
“Come,” she moaned. “Do it. Come.”
That was all it took. Jack plunged into her twice more and lost control. He climaxed, just like she insisted, his orgasm tearing through his shaft, semen spurting from his cock.
And as he exploded inside her, she came apart around him. Her inner muscles clamped down on his pulsing shaft, a tight glove holding him, milking him, making him come even harder.
He’d never experienced such a powerful orgasm. Never felt dizzy after sex.
But by the time his breathing began to normalize, his heart slowed to a sprint and his cock shrunk down to half its size, Jack was giddy. High. Intoxicated by his Amazonian beauty.
And if truth be told, already more than a little in love with her.
Chapter Seven
As they’d arranged after signing the lease, Claire made her way across the pier, seeking a small white fishing boat with a black canopy and the name Big Mac painted on its side.
She wondered briefly why it wasn’t called Big Jack .
Jack had invited her to go fishing with him. Since it was a Saturday during school holidays, and Julia’s turn to mind the shop, Claire was free. Which meant she and Jack could spend the entire day together.
She inhaled nervously. It was one thing arguing about property agreements and leases or poking fun at his terrible voice. She’d had nothing invested in Jack at the time.
But all that had changed now. Jack had put himself out for her. Displayed an amazing amount of confidence in his ability to make things right after messing up the Rose Bay lease agreement. He’d found her a shop he knew she’d love, and saved her and her sisters from filing a lawsuit and spending time and money on searching for another shop. Yes, he’d done it as much for himself as for her, but she suspected he’d honestly wanted to correct his mistake, and she appreciated that about him.
Jack had also seen her naked. One hundred percent nude, with not a stitch of clothing in sight. And he’d loved what he’d seen. Made her feel like a million dollars — a billion dollars. He’d instilled a sense of confidence in her. For the first time in forever, instead of hiding her body, she’d been proud to display it. And she couldn’t wait to display it again. Maybe tonight?
The man had crept into her heart. She didn’t know how he’d done it, or when, she just knew a little piece of her heart now belonged to him. Apart from the sensational sex, she genuinely liked him — everything about him. And that didn’t just mean his size. She liked his humor and his caring, liked his sensitivity and his strength, liked that he could poke fun at himself and collapse at her feet when emotion overwhelmed him. She just liked Jack.
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